User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-26024035-20160424193401/@comment-3135907-20160424235242

"Abigail, over there!" Dunnigan hissed and pointed from his position crouched in the field: telltale rustling and spearpoints poking up above the tall grass and wheat proclaimed the presence of more than just villagers out and about.